#havenscaptus

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William may no longer have a father to celebrate Fathers day with, but he can still celebrate with his Daddy~.

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|| 𝒢𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ||

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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    He stared pointedly at the demon from across the table, an impatient gleam in his peridot eyes. William sat in his chair leaning back casually, thumb tapping at the smartphone in hand beneath a candid image of the man in his company, one Dantalion surely was not aware had been taken of him. It was uploaded to Twitter a moment later along with a caption which read ‘Do you ever have one of those moments where you just want to light the bae on fire?’. A second later Dantalion’s phone pinged.

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|| 𝐸𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓍 ||

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                     “So, what do you think about going up to Stonehenge for the Equinox?” The query came right out of nowhere, wholly unexpected given the nature of their previous conversation. One which had thankfully dried up as Dantalion was not a particularly keen individual on the topic of politics. But a proposition of travel was not a particularly common one from William, and certainly not to a place which was famed for it’s occult background and mysticism.

                  The two sat across from one another at the patio table of a local cafe William favored. The summer days had been warm, yet not overly so. Just perfect for a little outdoors seating of which to enjoy the day with a bit of iced coffee and light reading. William idly skimmed the paragraphs of his book through the dark lenses of his name brand sunglasses, perfectly aware he was being stared at and seemingly desperate not to give the game away. It was as if he knew were he to acknowledge Dantalion’s stare he would be subjected to teasing, laughter or even that ridiculous grin of his. Of course, the second he viewed such a sight he would lose himself and a grin would be shared in kind, utterly against his will.

                  But alas, eventually the feeling of eyes on him grated on the boy and without daring to look up he addressed his boyfriend.

                  “Look, before you judge me consider the scientific benefits,” he argued. “It will be the date in which day and night are nearly equal, and we can have a perfect view of jupiter and the moon in the sky.” He spoke as if this were his only goal, yet it was not difficult to decipher his true meaning. The former elector wished for seclusion, away from all others that would distract from their togetherness. But apart from that there was a lingering interest in the mystical properties of the place. William was so much more open-minded than he had been in his last incarnation and while at this age he had rejected magic and unscientific things completely, in this life he had no fear of expressing intrigue.

                  Not completely, anyway.

                  “Besides, knowing you, you’ll just try to drag me off to some political event in Hell as your ‘plus one’ and I’ll be both terribly bored and avoiding hungry looks from less gentlemanly beasts. I’d rather brave the chilly north.” he did have a point in that, at least.

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|| 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈 ||

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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    “That is none of your damn business!” William hollered in response. It was only by some deity’s good graces that the hallway was left unoccupied lest another rumor be started about the pompous Master Twining. He could just imagine it now; ‘William Twining dabbles in crossdressing! How disgraceful of an English Noble! His parents must be rolling in their graves!’. If he weren’t so angry right then the blonde would have seen fit to hide away and lement his life choices. Alas, Dantalion had goaded him and the boy’s temper had flared as a result.

                  “What makes you think I would ask fashion advice from you, you depraved sodomite?! My legs are of no concern of yours!” This was, in truth, not quite the case. Having become as close as they two had, the levels of intimacy having risen beyond a certain degree that could be considered merely friendly, Dantalion had come to know those legs rather well, from various angles and positions. But that was hardly relative here - the boy had been surprised and thusly he sought to drive his heckler away by his prefered means; his harsh tongue. “What in the hell are you doing in here, anyway? I told you to get out and I meant it! Piss off!”

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|| 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 ||

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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    Throughout Dantalion’s attentions that drifted between soothing and sensual the blonde felt his will to remain unmoved fade deeper and deeper into the shadows, until he hadn’t the presence of mind to so much as consider it. Not once did he feel motivated to pull his hand from that gentle grip, even when that warm mouth caused him discomfort with it’s ministrations. William would claim the temporary loss of his senses on the heat of the moment, though he knew the truth to be self-evident by the presence of that delicate pink blush which had spread over the apples of his pale cheeks and had spread to warm the bridge of his nose and even the tips of his ears.

                  Dantalion just looked positively licentious sucking on his bleeding finger as he did. Did he even realise? He must have. A man such as he would not claim ignorance over his own appeal. No, this was a being who fed off of attention, any and all, especially William’s. The boy was quickly falling under his spell, brought to mesmerized silence by the vision before him.

                  But of course, the vampire had to speak.

                  “Y...You lech!” That hand was tugged away from Dantalion’s own with a little sound of displeasure from it’s owner. William was pouting at him then - how utterly adorable he was, this lovely child. Uptight and self-righteous and delectably callus. A suitable match for Dantalion, who boasted his greatness with bravado well earned and wore his heart on his sleeve.

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|| 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎 ||

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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    The elector heard his pillar out throughout his ranting with only mild irritation making itself known. In truth he was upset. More than upset. Dantalion had threatened Friday with bodily harm should he to anything the man saw unfit to his little William. Of course, ‘little William’ had caught wind of this bit of news and had confronted the demon over his grievous error. He wished to convey one thing here; that his loved ones, rivals to Dantalion’s claim on him or otherwise, were not to be harmed.

                  After the man had completed what William would describe as a rant he steeled himself with a deep, slow breath before speaking. Air was taken in until his lungs reached capacity and he held it just briefly, releasing it in a sigh. His eyes met Dantalion’s in a mutual stare, narrowed to convey his dominance. He would correct Dantalion’s fallacy this instant and, hopefully, establish boundaries.

                  “Just when I think you’ve gone and done the stupidest thing possible, when I’m almost certain you couldn’t possibly do anything more outrageous you just have to go and prove me wrong.” A groan fell from the elector’s lips and he massaged the spot between his eyes a short while, as if trying to nurse a headache. “So let me get this straight; you threatened someone who is by all accounts a relatively normal and sickly human being all because he failed to observe your beatsial claim on me. Does that about sum it up?”

                  William wasn’t going to argue semantics, nor would he discuss Dantalion’s obsession with protecting him from every little thing. Friday was perfectly harmless and safe to be around. There had only been one moment in his unlife that he had posed a danger to anyone and that tale he had readily confessed. But he was no longer just a soulless puppet. He was sentient, his soul having been returned to the flesh. And apart from that, the Charles Babbage had been destroyed, the goings on of ten years ago in the Tower of London covered up. Friday could not, hopefully, be affected by such devilish soundwaves again. And if it did come to that...William was confident he could deal with it.

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۵ - D✡

My muse is currently in a maids dress. Send ۵ for your muse to walk in on them and they have to explain themselves.

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    "It’s not what it looks like!!” The boy’s stout shrek could be heard halfway down the hall from his room, the vast echo aided certainly by the open door and the figure standing within the unobstructed doorway. The elector had no expected such an intrusion, though in hindsight he knew he rightly should have. Of course the moment he wished for complete privacy he would be interrupted by something or someone. And of course, as was his luck, the intruder happened to be the one he wished to see the least.

                  William felt the Grand Duke’s eyes drift up and down his form with a sensation that felt so nearly tangible it made his skin crawl. The arms which had instinctively failed to cover his partially exposed chest tightened against his frame and he glared through his panic at the man who’s visage had shifted from shocked to dark amusement within seconds. The elector almost wished he had something within arms reach to throw at him, though he expected it would do little good. The demon had witnessed him in a vulnerable state, living out a fleeting fancy which had only taken him by pure chance; curiosity over his last encounter with women's apparel.

                  While embarrassing, the event had made him wonder; the borrowed dress had been comfortable and had been strangely flattering of his slender figure. Would this maids outfit of Sytry’s feel the same? He regretted having attempted to find out.

                  “Get out! Get out! Get out!!” he yelled and threw the nearest object towards the Duke he could find; a pillow. Hardly effective, but it would make do.

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[[Autumn starters]] "Did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? Let me see it." This activity was as pointless as the cultural festival if you asked Dantalion, but apparently it was one of the graded ones, so as long as Will didn't need stiches, he doubted he could talk him out of finishing. -D✡

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    “It’s not bad,” the blonde insisted - truly it wasn’t much. Only a little knick. It would heal quickly enough and would be forgotten just as soon. Though as Dantalion took his hand in his own larger one the boy no longer felt the urge to resist. As always the man was so gentle with him, his wellbeing always on the forefront of his mind. But it was more than simply thus; the man was more than aware his lycanthropic lover would not be ill effected by a little spilt blood. Rather William expected, now that he gazed up into those fret filled crimson eyes, that Dantalion had other intentions.

                  He did always say that his ‘precious William’s’ blood was the sweetest he had ever tasted. An opportunity, then, not merely to express his devotion with affection-laced doctoring, but a means of indulging in a little treat as it were. The blonde wished he could be angry at him, but honestly the vampire had a certain charm about him that weakened Willam’s defenses.